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JJ glanced down at the hospital bed guiltily; he knew he wasn’t to be trusted, he was told he was not to be trusted. But here he is waiting for the hospital staff to stitch him up “like the puppet you are~” echoed in his mind but he quickly shook his head to rid it of the static voice. Oh boy did he get lucky that Henrik’s hospital was too far from the location the glitched man lead him too. The door smashed open causing the injured man to flinch causing him to hiss in pain as the taller, trembling man slammed his hand on the dry-wall behind the bed causing a heavy “thump” to resound through the room. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WERE YOU THINKING” His orange suited brother screamed his eyes already beginning to turn steely silver, flooding with power but also fear? JJ moved his hands slowly as to not agitate his injuries “i-it’s okay Jackie really, it’s not that bad” He moved his hands up slightly to placate him only to feel a trickle of blood trace his ribs “oh” he signed having the decency to look ashamed “OH IS DAMN RIGHT, WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFERENT.” Shimmering water soon mixed with the crimson creating a pink fluid on his lacerated lap. JJ glanced up warily to see the hero grimacing mask darkened to a navy blue by his tears “why can’t I *gasp* protect anyone? WHY!?” he wailed giving up the argument and simply sobbing, the whole time his hand never moving from the wall he made a knuckle shaped imprint in. JJ settled for resting his blood-matted hair onto the shaking fist to comfort him. He would apologies but something in him told him he didn’t need to…
“After all good puppets stay quiet~”